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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Anniversary
Viola McCoy It’s morning, and I’m staring blankly at the ceiling. Today is my wedding anniversary. I don’t move at first. Just lay there. I should feel something. Excitement. Joy. Maybe even nerves. Instead, all I feel is empty. With a sigh, I finally push myself up and stretch, rolling my shoulders back. Julian came home late last night. I heard the front door creak open, the sound of his shoes clicking against the hardwood floor, the brief clang of a glass against the kitchen counter. And then, silence. He never came upstairs. As usual. He’s always too tired to climb up a flight of stairs. But I’m not angry. I glance at the clock on my nightstand. 7:00 AM. I exhale sharply, pushing the covers off. Today will be good. I will make today good.The warm water in the shower soothes me, washing away the stiffness in my muscles. When I step out, I wipe a hand over the mirror and meet my own gaze. I look… fine. Not glowing. Not particularly radiant with the kind
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine False
Viola McCoy"A car that just delivered them," the guard says, nodding toward the flowers. "Are they from your husband?" I smile. "Yes." The guard grins. "You’re really lucky." I nod, still smiling as he helps me place the flowers in my car. Before I leave, I take a picture with them because this is what happy wives do, right? They take pictures of the sweet gestures their husbands make, post them, cherish them. I head back inside, and the moment I step into the office, my colleagues erupt into cheers. “You’re so lucky, Viola!” someone calls. "Julian is such a dream," another voice chimes in. I laugh lightly, tucking my hair behind my ear, letting their excitement take over me, even if a small voice in my head whispers that something doesn’t feel quite right. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Logan walk past. He doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t acknowledge me. Fine.I won’t let him bother me. I settle into my seat just as Linda appears, tapping my desk. “Your
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Wrong Direction
Logan Reynolds I think I’ll never learn. Or at least, never stop being a loser for Viola. I wanted to stop the notes. Hell, I meant to stop being the guy who settles for scraps, who hides behind a username and leaves anonymous little gifts like a ghost with a crush. But I failed at that too. Because even after I swore this morning would be the last time, even after I promised myself I’d stop chasing what isn’t mine—I ordered the flowers. And now I’m pissed. Everyone at the office saw Viola carrying them like a trophy, grinning like a goddamn angel in spring. Everyone assumed they were from Julian. She didn’t correct them. Not once. Not even a glance in my direction. By the end of the day, I was so irritated I’m surprised I didn’t pop a vein. I must’ve cursed under my breath at least ten times, probably more. Was it because I didn’t get acknowledged? Or because Julian did? Maybe both.Now I’m driving home in silence. The streetlights casts long shadows across the d
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-08Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Romeo112
Viola McCoy I can’t sleep. My eyes refuse to shut as I continue to stare at the ceiling in my bedroom. I blink over and over, hoping each time that maybe—just maybe—the weight in my chest will lessen. Julian is still passed out on the couch downstairs. I haven’t moved since I came up, hours ago, and he hasn’t moved since he came in, reeking of alcohol.He forgot our anniversary. No matter how I try to spin it, soften it, excuse it, it doesn’t change the fact that he forgot. I feel it. Deep in my chest, a dull ache. Like something’s caved in where warmth used to live. Like I’d been standing in a room I thought had furniture, only to fall flat when I tried to sit. I keep thinking about Romeo112 too. The flowers. That note. The timing. I’ve been so sure it was Julian. Wanted to be sure. Who are you, Romeo112? Why do your words feel more like love than anything my husband has said to me in months?I sigh, curling into myself. I’m too tired to cry now. Maybe it’s maturity
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-09Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Disappointed
Viola McCoyI blink once. Then again. My feet stop moving, but my heart won’t. No. No, this can’t be happening. That’s not… My lips part but no words come out. Logan? He’s just standing there under the warm morning light. The hood still covers over half his face, but I don’t need the light to confirm it. I know those eyes. I’ve spent enough time trying to look away from them.“Viola,” he says. It’s just my name. Two syllables. But it hits me like a confession. I feel like I’m trapped in a slow-motion dream. The kind that should end with me waking up in a cold sweat and realizing everything is fine. But everything is not fine. The wind is cool, but I feel heat spreading across my chest, crawling up my neck. My pulse is erratic, thumping. The bouquet. The notes. All of it... him. “You’re Romeo112?” I manage to say.He doesn’t answer immediately. His silence is loud. “I was going to tell you,” he finally says. I want to laugh, but my chest tightens instead. I cross my a
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-10Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Regret
Logan Reynolds She walks away, and I let her.I stand there like some kind of statue, cemented to the spot. I didn’t expect her to smile. I didn’t expect her to fall into my arms or whisper thank you in that low voice that’s haunted me every night since Paris.But I didn’t expect this... finality either.That look in her eyes, it gutted me. Disappointment and betrayal wrapped in that sharp, beautiful sadness only Viola McCoy knows how to wear so gracefully.God, I’m such a fool.I shove my hands in my pockets and start walking, not even sure where I’m headed. Just need to move. Everything she said is playing in my head on a loop.“I made room for you in places I didn’t know were empty.”And I filled them with lies. Cowardice dressed up as kindness. I thought I was helping. That’s the part that really kills me. I told myself I was doing a good thing. I watched her quietly spiral in that marriage, watched her hide behind polite smiles. And I thought, what if I gave her something goo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-10Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Networking Event
Viola McCoy I’ve been avoiding Logan like he’s the plague and I’m patient zero trying not to relapse.At work, I pretend like he doesn’t exist. I don’t look in his direction during meetings. I take the stairs just to avoid running into him in the elevator. I even wear sunglasses at lunch so I can keep my eyes on my plate and not the damn glass wall separating his office from mine.But none of it helps. Because Logan Reynolds is still there—in the corner of my mind, in the tightness of my chest, in the stupid flutter I get every time I think about those notes.God, those notes.They were sweet and haunting and felt like safety. And, I had let myself believe in them. I let myself need them. I let them fill the quiet spaces my marriage left hollow.But it wasn’t Romeo112 I fell for, it was Logan. And that’s the problem. Because Logan is wrong for me. He makes me feel. Too deeply, too quickly, too much. And I can’t afford to feel too much.Not when my life is already barely ho
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-10Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Meet
Logan Reynolds She drove off the second she saw me. Didn’t even hesitate. Just got in her car and peeled out like I was something she needed to escape from.It’s been like that for days now. Viola's been avoiding me so hard, I’m starting to hate myself for even trying. No eye contact. No small talk. And the thing that stings the most? I deserve it. I held my tongue. I played it safe when I should’ve been honest. I watched her unravel and didn’t step in. I just let it happen.I've been pouring everything into work, burying myself in reports, calls, late nights at the office like productivity can drown out the ache. It doesn’t help. None of it does.She’s in my head. All the time. And when she’s not, the silence she leaves behind is louder than any noise.I pull into my driveway, grab my coat off the passenger seat and slam the door shut. The porch light’s off. Huh. That’s odd. Bonnie’s usually here, raiding my fridge and yelling at me about my lack of social life.I punch
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-10
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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Outburst
Viola McCoy The spoon slips from my fingers the moment I see him.Julian.Standing at the door. The warm laughter that had just filled the room with Bonnie and Logan dies. A coldness slips into the space between us. I can feel Logan’s body shift beside me, subtle but tense.“Vi?” Julian says softly. He takes a step forward.I don’t say a word.Because I’m not sure what version of him I’m getting today. The one who kisses me on the forehead and calls me darling? Or the one who locks doors and drags me by the wrist until my ankles feel like it’d crack?My body instinctively leans closer to Logan. I don’t mean to—it’s not intentional, not performative—but it’s like my ribs remember who was there when I passed out cold in the street. My skin still burns from where the masked man grabbed me, and all I can think is Julian didn’t save me. Logan did.“I didn’t know you were here,” Julian says, eyes scanning the room now. The flowers on the nightstand. The extra chair pulled beside
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Emergency
Logan Reynolds I watch the nurses wheel Viola away, her body limp against the hospital stretcher. Her hair matted, her skin is pale. There’s a smear of blood on her chin, a bruise above her collarbone, and my throat feels like it’s closing up. My heart slams against my ribs, wild, like it’s trying to tear through my chest to get to her.I keep hearing that sound—her body hitting the pavement right before I caught her. One second she was knocking on my door, the next she was collapsing into my arms. I remember the way she whispered my name right before she lost consciousness. The terror in her eyes. The tremble in her voice. I’d shouted her name, trying to wake her up, to keep her with me.God.I should’ve protected her.I carry that weight now, pacing the sterile white hallway of the ER like a madman. Everything feels wrong. Off. I run a hand through my hair and look down at the faint traces of blood still on my shirt. Hers.I should’ve taken it seriously when she told me ab
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Attack
Viola McCoy I’ve been extra careful since the creeper incident a few days ago, locking every door twice, double-checking the windows, sleeping with the hallway light on even though I hate the glow it casts across the wall like shadows trying to crawl in. And hopefully—God, hopefully—Julian is finally coming back from his triptonight. I told myself I’d tell him about the man lurking outside the last time. Even though deep down, I suspected... no, I feared he had something to do with it. But I couldn’t doubt him. He’s my husband. Still is. And maybe that’s the problem. Maybe that’s why the thought ever entered my head at all—that he could be behind something like that. What kind of marriage do you have when you’re afraid of your own partner?A honk blares outside, sharp and sudden, and my spine stiffens.I glance at the clock. 8:02 PM. Of course. Julian. It’s got to be him. I rise from the couch, feeling the soreness still lingering in my back from being locked in that dam
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Creeper
Viola McCoy The house is quiet again. Too quiet.Amirah left a few minutes ago—after tea, a lot of pacing, and promises to talk to Kendrick face-to-face. I stood by the front door, watching her drive away, arms wrapped around my waist like that might stop the tremble I didn’t want her to see. As soon as her taillights faded down the street, I closed the door and leaned my back against it, my head tipping back until it hit the wood.Silence stretches through the house.Julian’s gone. Business trip, he said, though he never told me where. No proper goodbye. No apology. Just a warning disguised as a farewell—“Try not to make things worse while I’m gone.”Worse. As if I’m the one lighting matches.I move slowly through the living room, dragging my fingers along the edge of the couch as I pass. My legs are still sore from yesterday, from being yanked up the stairs like I was nothing but weight to be hauled around. I didn’t let Amirah see the bruise on my wrist when she came by. Th
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine News
Viola McCoy The door’s open now. I heard the click around 4 a.m.—not because I was waiting for it, but because I hadn’t slept. Couldn’t. My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling while my thoughts clawed at the inside of my skull. I must’ve blinked a thousand times, hoping one of them would carry me into sleep, into some kind of dream where things didn’t feel this fractured. But it never came.And now, the door is just... open. Like last night never happened. Like the anger, the dragging, the yelling, the fear—I’m supposed to just erase it. Just walk out and go back to normal.I finally shift. My legs are stiff, my back sore. I’ve been curled up in the same position for hours. The wooden floor beneath me has left a dull ache in my hips, but it’s the numbness that gets me—the way I don’t even flinch at it. Today’s Sunday. No office. Not that it would’ve mattered. I don’t have the strength to sit behind a desk, smile at coworkers, pretend everything’s fine. I barely have the strength
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Rare
Viola McCoy Logan and I continue to sit on his car as we stare at the horizon. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have let him sneak me out.But if I had stayed in that house one moment longer, I would’ve lost it completely. I would’ve screamed. Thrown something. Maybe told Julian’s mother exactly what I thought of her sad, tight little smiles and fake compliments. I would’ve told his cousin to keep her uterus-obsessed mouth shut and that the reason we don’t have kids isn’t her damn business. I would’ve said a lot of things I shouldn’t.So maybe sneaking out with Logan wasn’t the worst mistake I could’ve made today.The wind is gentle, cool against my cheeks. The view from here stretches endlessly and the sun has almost dipped past the horizon. I hug myself tighter.I wonder what Julian is thinking right now. Wonder if he’s pacing. Fuming. Wondering where the hell I am. I told myself I’d only be gone for a few minutes, just a breather, but it’s been over an hour. Maybe two. I
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Escape
Logan ReynoldsI should’ve known something was up when Julian invited me over. Never thought he’d reach out to me. If anything, he should be wary of me, not shooting out casual texts saying we’re old friends. And yet, I showed up. Like an idiot. Thinking maybe—just maybe—I’d get to see Viola. Talk to her. See through the cracks in whatever illusion they’re trying to sell as a happy marriage.Now I’m sitting at this long-ass mahogany table, surrounded by a sea of fake smiles and passive-aggressive comments. I regret it already. The air is thick with roasted meat and tension. There’s a massive centerpiece of red roses and golden eucalyptus that looks expensive but smells faintly like mildew. Across from me, Julian’s cousin is twirling her hair around a manicured finger, eyes locked on me like I’m a steak she wants to sink her teeth into.“So… what do you do?” she asks, voice sugar-sweet and clearly rehearsed.I clear my throat, pushing the mashed potatoes around my plate with the
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Dreadful
Viola McCoy For the rest of the day, my mind is a chaotic mess. I’m unable to think of anything besides the scene in the elevator. I tell myself it didn’t mean anything. That it was just tension—claustrophobia, proximity, fatigue. Anything but real. But it’s a lie, and I know it.Still, I manage to get through the rest of my workday without any more intrusive thoughts clawing at me. I focus on spreadsheets, keep my head down, smile at the interns like everything’s normal. Like I’m not completely unraveling on the inside.Julian hasn’t texted all day. Not a single word. But I’m sure he saw the missed calls, saw the timestamp when I got home, saw Logan’s car dropping me off. I wonder what’s running through his mind right now. I want to believe he’ll understand, but who am I kidding? Even I wouldn’t believe me.Even if I keep reassuring him that nothing happened, that it’s not what it looks like... deep down, I know it is what it looks like. Maybe worse.I drive home in silence, hand
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Clarity
Logan Reynolds She said it.She said not feeling seen isn’t enough reason to tear down a marriage. And maybe she’s right. Maybe that alone doesn’t justify lighting a match to vows and rings and promises made in front of people who believed them. But I know it’s not just about being seen. There’s more. So much more.Like the way her voice changes when she says his name. Hollow. Or how her hands shake when she thinks no one’s watching. Or the way she looks at me like I’m oxygen in a room that keeps running out of air.And now, we’re stuck. In a goddamn elevator.I lean back against the cold metal wall, arms crossed, trying to breathe past the heat pooling low in my chest. I can still feel the soft imprint of her waist under my hands. The tension in her spine when I touched her. The way her body moved without thinking, grabbing onto me when the elevator shuddered.She’s curled up on the floor now, knees pulled tight to her chest, like she’s trying to make herself disappear. Her he
